Today’s post is very bittersweet. Today I am thankful for my MeeMaw. 🙂
My precious grandmother, Lela Orelle Sikes Atkins, passed away this morning. Just 13 days shy of her 87th birthday.
She practically helped raise us as children, there are lots of things I can’t remember about my childhood, but I do remember MeeMaw always being around for us.
I remember she had an old leather strap that hung by her front door. That was “Aunt Susie” and we all knew that if “Aunt Susie” was ever taken off that hook, we had better run for the hills. (Not once in my memory was the strap ever taken down.)
There was no better smell than walking into MeeMaw’s house in the afternoon or early evening and smelling fresh baked biscuits and knowing there was a pot of hot cocoa waiting on the stove.
I’m so thankful to my grandmother for instilling in me a love of knowing the heritage of my family! She was an fierce genealogist. If you spent 15 minutes in conversation with her, she could tell you how we were related. It amazed me every time. I now regret not hanging on to every word of her family stories. Tales of coming home from school and working in the fields. Tales of family members whose faces hung in faded yet distinctive portraits on her walls. Names I now know from my research but can’t match to those faces.
Another great passion in my life, was also one of hers. The love of music. She was at one time a proficient musician. She treasured her mandolin and banjo, harbored a not so secret crush on George Jones, loved to hear anyone play and sing “I’ll Fly Away”, and always tuned our tv to CMT when she came to visit (and that is where it stayed).
There are so many more things I could write, but could never do her justice.
Thank you MeeMaw for all you did for us, when the our lives as children were crazy and unsettled, you were constant.
Be blessed and thankful!